Their firm flesh will melt you, sear your own with their burning, flaming decadent lust. Their lusting, taunting and horny caresses kill. Religious symbols may hold no power over them, and they walk in the light of the sun . . . as they have spread out from a Texas ghost town onto the neon streets of Dallas.

No mere human can resist them.

Only a fool will stand in their way as dusk settles on Dallas with a blood red sun--over its freeways, skyscrapers and gutters, the rational successful modern men and women, yuppies and pushers . . . over the men and women who yearn lustily for each other's flesh . . .

It settles over civilization with a blood red sun . . . over the landmarks of modern rational man, his freeways and skyscrapers, the yuppies, scumbags wannabes and pushers . . . over men and women yearning for someone else's flesh, and blood . . . They are the fictional attractive streetwalkers, the next-door neighbor you've wanted . . . the spoiled teenagers and sweaty workers, muscular men and slender, well-formed women, freed from restraints and seeking instant gratification into eternity. Some call them vampires, some call it Hell. The flesh is firm and searing and their caresses kill. They have spread from a Texas ghost town to the neon Dallas streets, driven by their hungers.

Samantha Borden, an INS agent has accidently come upon these horrors while seeking the man who did her wrong, another INS agent who is MIA, and she finds far more than her worst nightmares come to undeath. Joined by police and criminals, and by a preacher and his wife who have known the fanged horrors before, Samantha battles life, death and undeath to retain her sanity and identity . . . her freedom.

And perhaps the freedom for a world unknowing of the true dangers that await it in the darkness, in the ghost towns, and now even in the lights of civilization.